Chapter 434

Lawrence ignored her sarcasm, already aware of her sharp tongue. She must change out of that revealing dress. His tone grew colder with anger. "Don't make me repeat myself. And don't think I don't know you did it on purpose, wearing the same dress as her. You just want to look prettier than her tonight, to be more popular with men!"

Lawrence had heard Angela mention this as soon as he arrived, so his opinion was already formed. At the time, he hadn't cared, but now that Ishara was crying, vomiting, and suffering from low blood pressure, he had to stabilize her emotions.

Winnie clenched her fists, wanting to punch his detestable face. He really believed Angela's words, and now he was forcing her to change her dress, probably another one of Ishara's self-pitying schemes.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and Winnie looked up at him with hatred. "I did it on purpose? Lawrence, do you know that this dress I'm wearing was deliberately given to me by Ishara's mom? She wanted me to be laughed at, then play the victim. She doesn't look as good as me, so she acts pitiful, and there are always idiots who fall for it. Idiots like you."

Winnie's scornful glance cut him off. Lawrence said angrily, "If you don't want to be laughed at for vulgarity, then take it off! Have you become so provincial after coming to Trento City that you can't move your legs when you see those men, forgetting your dearly beloved Rock? Who else do you intend to seduce wearing that? In my eyes, Ishara looks a hundred times more decent and beautiful in that dress than you. You look ugly. Take it off! Tonight, only she can wear red. I don't want her to be upset over a dress clash."

He refused to allow her to wear such attire and become an object of desire for other men. That woman has no sense of self-worth. Even though he no longer had the authority to control her, his heart still couldn't shake off its domineering and arrogant nature.

Listening to his mocking and heartless words, Winnie felt a sharp pain in her chest. This was the man she had loved, who now saw her as less than nothing once his affections changed.

"Ishara really is your treasure, huh!" She laughed coldly and added, "So for her, I don't even deserve the right to wear the same color dress? Well, sorry, unless I go out naked, I'm wearing this 'vulgar' red dress to the end! Lawrence, you might as well go amend the domestic laws instead of blocking me."

After mocking him, Winnie threw the dark green dress to the ground, stomped on it a few times, and then sarcastically said, "Are you trying to announce to the world that you've cheated by having me wear green?"

"Do you have to be like this?" Lawrence's voice was chilling as he instructed, "Stop right there."

Winnie kicked the door furiously.

The man strode over forcefully and grabbed the strap of her dress, his voice cold. "If you won't change, I'll have to help you."

"Bastard, you wouldn't dare." Winnie struggled.

Accidentally, he tore open a shoulder of the dress, exposing Winnie's bare shoulder to the chill of the air conditioning, causing her to shiver slightly. Her face turned red with anger, and she turned to pull away from him. "Let go!"

"You're going to change out of that ragged dress," he demanded, not letting go.

Suddenly, the sound of fabrics tearing echoed again, and Winnie felt her shoulder completely bare, her chest suddenly exposed. The overhead light illuminated the scene as the dress slid down to her chest, causing the pasties she wore to peel off and fall to the ground with a plop.

Lawrence was in shock, not expecting to lose control like this. He was attracted to her as he looked at the little pasties that had fallen to the floor, and instinctively, his gaze moved up to where she was now completely exposed.

He was taken aback, his handsome face stiffening, his ears tinged red. "Sorry." The man bent down, his tone low. "I'll pick this up for you, but you still need to change."

"Get lost!" Winnie guarded her dress with one hand, her face flushed with anger.

Her eyes coldly glared at him, and before he could squat down, she sharply raised her knee, aiming a deadly blow at his most vulnerable spot.

"Ugh!" Lawrence twisted in pain, his face turning ashen as he clutched his abdomen.

"Winnie, you..." He cursed inwardly, wondering how many times she had kicked him there.

"Serves you right!" Winnie spat out venomously, quickly tying up the torn strap of her dress as she put on the rest of her dress, glared at him coldly, and ran out the door.

Jeremy appeared, helplessly watching Winnie with reddened eyes run downstairs. "Mr. Rodriguez..."

Lawrence stood up; his face dark as he chased after her.

Downstairs at the banquet hall.

As soon as Winnie descended the stairs, she saw Ishara and Angela looking upstairs, obviously waiting for something.

When Angela saw that Winnie was still in a red dress, her surprise and dissatisfaction were apparent. That cold gaze of hers seemed to say: "Why didn't you change your clothes, you bitch?"

Winnie's eyes shifted, realizing Ishara was waiting to see her become a laughingstock.

She had to surprise these two.

Winnie glanced at the crowd; the flow of people was decent. She casually stepped down, stood two meters away from Ishara, and suddenly spoke up loudly, "Ishara, sorry but I didn't change out of my red dress. Don't be mad at me!"

Seeing her still in the dress, Ishara, already in a bad mood, was taken aback. A bad feeling flashed through her heart.

At that moment, many men around were attracted by Winnie.

One of them, curious, said, "Ms. Winnie, although your dress is a bit old-fashioned, you've made it the highlight of the evening. Why change it?"

Winnie forced a smile and exclaimed, "It all started because of my red dress conflicting with Ishara's. Despite clarifying that I wore it first and suggesting to review the surveillance footage, my father trusted my word. However, Mr. Rodriguez favored Ishara and haughtily insisted that I change. And as for Ishara, the green dress he provided is simply atrocious!"

"I didn't..." Ishara, realizing what she was up to, suddenly coughed urgently.

"Winnie, shut up." Upstairs, Lawrence also came down quickly, annoyed as he stared at her.

Winnie glanced at Ishara with sympathy. "Appearance and physique aren't under my control, Ishara. Even in this unattractive dress, Lawrence still prefers my appearance over yours! Do you truly believe that as well, Ishara? However, being insecure won't resolve anything. If it's too challenging for you, consider getting hyaluronic acid injections for fuller breasts and buttocks, or perhaps even a change of hairstyle, then you might surpass me in beauty, don't you think?"